Dominique Dipierro Novels & Stories

When he gets in debt at the casino to a top enforcer, he tries to get Fabiola to run away with him. Dominic is a top Mafia enforcer, and also goes by the title — The Collector. When he goes to retrieve his money from Hawkins, one look at sweet, young Fabiola, and he's enthralled. Reasons out the window, he wants nothing more than to make her his wife, and he'll do anything, even forgiving her father's debt, if only he gets to have her for the rest of his life. --------------- 1 - Fabiola. “I hate Christmas.” I look over at Yasmin like she’s lost her mind as I tape up another line of tinsel over the napkins and straws.

Dominic says lightly, setting the bags down at the door before winking at me. Then he turns and walks away. Connor exhales, sagging his shoulders. “This is your room, Signora.” He carries the bags inside. I follow, and my breath snags again. The room is fit for royalty. Silk sheets, gilded mirrors, a bed big enough to drown in. “Who exactly is Dominic?” I ask, still eyeing the door he disappeared through. “Enzo’s best man,” Connor replies. “Runs a lot of properties and real estate. He’s also the heir to a mafia empire.”

Dangerous. This wasn’t submission. Not yet. It was seduction through suggestion. And for the first time in a long time, she was the one shifting in her chair. Dominique didn’t message him again. She couldn’t. Not now. Not when the aftershock of their exchange made her feel more like Dominique than Domica—naked, vulnerable, exposed. She needed to reclaim herself. So she selected a private session from her request queue. Two men. Known regulars. They adored pain. One was an investment banker in real life. The other, a philosophy professor who liked to whimper.

He had a mean right hook, and the look on his face right now was stormy enough to warrant concern. “Damien? My boss?” he gritted out, still looking like he was two seconds from strangling me to death. “Yes,” I affirmed, chuckling nervously. “Damien Du Pont, himself. The vampire king of New Orleans.” “Whatever made you think there’s something between us?” Dominic was fully facing me now. His hands were crossed over his chest. He seemed no longer interested in shooting silver bullets into imaginary rogues. “I don’t know, Dom. Maybe it’s the energy between you? Or the electric sexual tension that anyone around you two could practically choke on?” I was framing my sentences as questions because

Wild and Free. "Now that you know my story, or the gist of it, why don't you continue about your man?" My hands twirled in my lap again before I blurted it out. "Dominick works in the adult film industry. He was the top porn star for XXX Studios for years, but now he's branching out to start his own studio. That's why he's not here right now." She leaned back in her chair and studied me, but her gaze made me uncomfortable as I shifted in my seat. What the hell was she thinking? Not knowing was driving me mad.

Blood dripping on the floor… A blade made of pure gold… “S-Stop it!” the man yelled. “Stop it?” He whispered, “How could I ever stop?” … Dominique Montiel, CEO of the most influential company in the world, has a one life chance encounter with an unexpected woman. The moment he saw her, he craved for her. His passion for a work turn into a desire to protect the one he has always yearned for. But never did he expect that the moment she opened her eyes, his dark life would be turned into light.

The guard was heavily built with strong looking biceps, a huge arm, and broad shoulders all covered in a black suit. “Who are you?” Dominik asked. His tone was deep and husky. He was older among the both of them. In his thirties and controlled a greater percentage of the Vlamidir's investments in Italy. “Your name doesn't sound any bit familiar,” he added.

He looked less like a club owner and more like a predator who had just wandered in from the night. “Clumsy,” Dominic observed, his voice a low growl. “Sorry, Mr. De Luca. You startled me.” Dominic stepped inside, letting the door swing shut behind him. The backroom was small, and his presence seemed to suck all the air out of it. He leaned against a stack of liquor crates, his arms crossed over his chest. “The man from last night,” Dominic said, his tone casual, but his eyes were anything but. “Viper. He seemed to think he had a chance with you.”

Aurora POV Sighing, I slowly slip off of the vanity’s bench, barely missing my step-mother moving past me to drag her daughter farther into the dressing area. Both of their excited chattering sends another wave of nausea rolling through me. I may want to roll my eyes at Camilla’s excitement but deep down I know exactly why she and my step-mother are practically vibrating with anticipation. The heir to the Guerrero family, Dominic, is unlike most heirs. Not only does his name command attention but barely anyone has ever seen him. He’s never been captured in media but despite that, his reputation precedes him. Whispers of his authority, his impossibly good looks, are enough to make any young w

Gio replied. “Oh! I smell something. Are you jealous of that man?” “Me?! Be jealous of him. Why? I’m even more handsome than him.” “Oh! Really? Why does your nose seem to smoke with intense jealousy? What is that man’s name?” Dominic asked. “I don’t know about you Dominic, don’t be upset. Let’s get to work.” “What is he? You haven’t even answered my question what that man’s name is.” “His name is Miguel. Yes! Is it okay?” disgusted Gio replied.